Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew. — John Shaqi
Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew.Croly, George
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Tarry thou till I come; or, Salathiel, the wandering Jew.
Croly, George
Wandering Jew -- Fiction
What means the gradual development in the brain of the cerebrum and
cerebellum, the organs of the soul powers, enlarging from generation to
generation? These are scarcely visible in the lowest animals. They become
larger as we advance up the animal scale of intelligence, or psychic
power; large in the ape, who came far along the same line that man came;
four times as large in the lowest Zulu as in the ape, but far larger in
the European and American civilized man—thus slowly made perfect through
awful struggles and sufferings, painfully growing a million years or
more. Is it not then reasonable to believe that there is a corresponding
psychic or soul development from generation to generation in the unseen
individuality, the ego, which uses the cerebrum and cerebellum as organs;
that up the spiral stairway of evolution the whole man has come,—his
personality, with its soul powers, and the physical organs of these
powers in the brain, and the entire physical man?
To-day, in the unfolding embryo of every child, nature marvelously and
clearly retells the history of the evolution of the physical nature of
the human race from the one-celled moneron to the billion-celled man. For
the embryo of the child is a historic map, done in flesh and blood, of
the evolution of man, of the forms he has assumed, broadly speaking, as
he climbed nature’s stairway.[F]
Is it hard to believe that our individuality has been born and reborn
through the line of ancestry back to the type-lives, and through them
back to the “beginning,” when God took of His own life to develop,
through ages of conflict, personalities other than His own who would, of
their own free will, choose goodness? Is it hard to believe that at every
successive birth each parent has placed his stamp upon the individuality,
but that the individuality has perdured being reborn again and again into
successive higher kingdoms? Does it seem hard to believe that we should
be born many times? Is it then harder to believe that we should be born
_after_ we have lived than that we should be born when we have not lived?
The profoundest mystery is in the first birth, in which we all believe.
And why should it be thought by us incredible that, with the mingling of
the parental cells, the individuality exactly fitted should be reborn in
the line of heredity, receiving the parental stamp, being attracted by
the law which answers to that law which guides the atom unerringly to
its place in the crystal—that same law wonderfully exalted? Whatever and
wherever character is, it must be obedient to the law that draws it, for
the law of attraction is even more irresistible in the inner world than
is the law of gravitation in the outer world. Every man as he comes to
his birth comes to his own place; in a profound sense he _chooses_ his
parents and his surroundings. As he was, he is, plus his birth-gain and
his growth through consent and volition; his past leads him.
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